Chapter 8
Everything throbs. My head, hips and pussy. Ugh, why does my body hurt? I can’t even move, and I have to force my eyes open. Thankfully, wherever I am isn’t too bright. The ceiling above me is plywood, and it matches the wall that is beside me.
Turning my head, I see that all the walls are sheets of wood and the floor is just dirt. It looks like someone dug a new room out and didn’t bother to finish the renovations. A whimper leaves my lips as I look back up, needing to take a moment before the full freak out kicks in.
In the middle of the ceiling is a single light bulb hanging from its cord. I’m basically in a dugout hole.
What the fuck?
I wiggle my body, and feel the cot beneath me.
The chill in the room kisses my bare skin.
Rich earthy soil mixed with my stanky body odor assaults my nostrils.
Finally, one of my arms come back online.
It feels like lead as I lift it to my head.
I give it a rub before travelling down between my legs.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip, smothering back a wince as I touch my sore, puffy folds.
I feel something crusty and bring my hand up to see.
I can feel the colour drain from my face as I fight down the urge that threatens to come up.
Flakes of blood fall from my fingertips.
My chest tightens as bile lodges itself in my esophagus.
From all the pain, I knew that I’d been raped in my sleep. But fucking me to the point I bleed? Rage takes over my body as I push myself up. Feeling a heavy weight on my ankle, I glance down. A metal cuff is around it, and a chain runs from it to the ring in the wall.
I’ll deal with that later. For now, I check out the rest of the room and see nothing that can help me. Just two doors, one is clearly the way out.
The solid steel door has a small square window. Though something must be slid in place on the other side as I can’t see out of it. A slot sits in the middle, which looks like it’s mostly for things to be passed in.
The second door is right beside me. It’s just a normal looking door, but when I stumble to my feet and try to open it, it’s locked.
I test out the length of my chain, which only reaches the locked door. I’m not even able to get to the open area on the other side of the room. Besides myself, the only other thing in this prison is my cot.
Sitting back down, something in the corner of the ceiling catches my eye. I crane my head back and see a dome camera with a blinking red light. My eyes scan the rest of the roof, and I see there’s a second one above my cot.
There won’t be any blind spots no matter where I stand in this room. The sick bastard will see everything. My stomach gurgles, reminding me I haven’t eaten in a while. I’m not sure how long it’s been, but my last meal was before my Tinder date.
I rub it gently to try and stop its protest. My head snaps up to the door as a screech of metal rings around the space.
Whatever was blocking the window slides over, and a bright light floods in. It’s only for a second before it shuts again. The door clicks as it unlocks. The hinges creak as it’s shoved open. My spine straightens as I try not to show how scared I really am.
The bastard walks in. I think it’s the same one, he’s got the same size and body type.
He’s changed his suit to a pair of combat pants .
A long sleeved black shirt stretches over his defined muscles.
I can see a hunting knife strapped to his belt.
His combat shitkickers crunch on the dirt as he enters the room, but what finishes his outfit is the mask.
I say mask, but it’s a black sack that covers his entire head. Eye holes and a crooked smile that look like it was crossed stitched on. 2 tally marks are above his right eye, just like when he was wearing the white mask at the auction house.
Why is there 2 now?
Now I see emerald eyes locked on me from the holes in the mask. “Good morning, sleeping beauty. How did you sleep?” He bends down in the doorway, picking up a paper bag before he shuts the door behind him.
I’m stuck here with him.
I glare daggers, refusing to answer him. A soft chuckle leaves his lips, muffled by the mask. “Not a morning person? That’s a shame. I love mornings, especially morning head. Both giving and receiving, I should add.”
He steps closer as if he’s approaching a venomous snake. “Though I won’t be giving any today. You’re disgusting right now. I’ll have to hose you off later. After our chat and after I receive .”
His words play in my mind, and my rage builds more. “I will not be “giving” you anything this morning or any morning,” I say with gritted teeth. He lets out a sigh as he shakes his head.
“You’re acting like you have a say in this. It’s kinda cute.” The fucker comes to stand at the end of my cot, setting the bag on it. “If you want the bottle of water and food that’s in there, you might want to play nice.”
The prick walks toward the other door in the room, causing me to back up on the bed. My back hits the wooden wall as I try to keep my distance from him.
I track his movements as he pulls out a key and unlocks the door. He steps in and comes back out with a bucket, locking the door again.
“Do you creepy pricks not believe in toilets? First the other 1 star resort and now here. Have you ever heard of indoor plumbing? Or still living in the Stone Ages?” I snap out.
He barks out a laugh, “You’re feisty in the morning. Actually, your bathroom is in that room. Though you haven’t earned it yet. So this will have to do.” I can hear the smile he must be wearing from the joy in his voice.
“Although with the way you’re going, it’s gonna be a long time before you get the privilege of a toilet. So if I were you, I’d get comfortable with that bucket.” He drops the bucket beside the cot.
“Now I’ve been a patient good boy so far. Time for my morning glucky gluck, then you can eat while we chat.” He takes a step towards me, grabs the chain and pulls. I fall onto my back as he drags me down the cot.
A yelp leaves me as I kick and flail. “Fuck off, you fucking sick bastard.” I land a kick to his chest, and a grunt leaves him as he steps back slightly.
He clicks his teeth, taking a deep breath as if he’s a moment away from breaking my neck. “You want to play dirty? Then let’s play.” He grabs my foot again and pulls his knife faster than I can breathe.
“That’s not very nice. Behave, or I’ll take a toe.
It’s not my favourite snack, but it will have to do.
You look delectable, but I promised myself I wouldn’t kill you.
” A giggle comes out as he runs the knife around my toe, then traces it up my calf.
I freeze as I feel the blade skim up to my thigh.
I’m reeling when his words finally hit me.
Eat!
He wants to eat my toe!
Oh fuck!
Oh fuck!
My chest heaves, my heart pounding against my sternum.
A fucking cannibal has bought me!
After I am still for a moment, he pulls the knife back slightly.
My tormentor reaches over and grabs me by my hair, wrenching me off the bed.
“Now be a good treat and get on your fucking knees.” He tosses me to the floor like a rag doll.
I flick my hair over my shoulder and stare up at him. Slowly, I shift to my knees.
“Good snack. Go on, take me out. I’m already hard, so that’s some of your job done. Just thinking about taking a bite of your delicious body did the trick.”
This fucker sure loves to talk. My hands shake as I undo the button and pull the zipper of his pants down. He’s going commando, and I work them halfway down his thighs. The monster that springs free almost slaps me in the face.
At least 9 inches of dick stares at me. I’m no simpering virgin, but damn! I wrap my hand around the base, and my fingers don’t touch.
Fuck, no wonder I bled.
I look up again to meet his sinister gaze. When I bring my eyes back to his cock, I notice something. On his pelvis, where his pubic hair would be, is a tattoo.
The words “open wide” sit in pretty cursive right above his dick. I gawk for a moment, and he chuckles. “Come on, do as it says and spread those lips. I don’t have all day.”
I gulp loudly and lean forward. His dick smells clean, like he recently showered. Thank fuck, I already want to barf, and if he were cheesy, I wouldn’t be able to hold it down.
I spread my lips and wrap them around the tip. Running my tongue under the head, I know my way around a cock .
Men are simple. The faster I do this, the sooner he’ll leave me alone. I tune out his tiny moan, his fingers tightening in my hair as he encourages me to take more.
I loosen my jaw and take half of him in my mouth. My hand works the other half as I give light sucks and bob my head. Flicking my tongue up and down his shaft. That earns me a deep moan as he pants.
“Goddamn.” His breath catches as I take him to the back of my throat. I try not to gag and relax the best I can, hollowing my cheeks. I feel his fingers loosen slightly as he lets me take control, I glance up and see his eyes shut.
Now’s my chance. While he’s lost to pleasure, I can make a run for it. I go to clamp my jaw down to bite his dick off, but as soon as my teeth graze him, the knife flies up and presses into my throat.
“Don’t you fucking dare. I don’t care how much I paid, I’ll slit your neck before you even have a chance to do damage. Then your body will be sliced, diced, packaged and filling my freezer.” He puts pressure on the knife, not cutting me, but the threat has me scared to move.
The fucker’s other hand tightens in my hair, holding my head still as he thrust in to my mouth. I gag and throw my hands up, grabbing his thighs. I dig my nails in and shove. The dude is made of solid muscle, and I can’t budge him.
“Fuck you look so fucking sexy like that.” Tears are pouring down my cheeks, and I know the makeup from yesterday is dripping down as well. Drool pools in my mouth, and I’m helpless as it slips down my chin while he fucks my face.
I gasp between thrusts, my fists pounding on his legs. He’s holding me in place with my hair and the knife to my throat. I feel the blade bite into my skin as he gazes down at me. He uses his thumb from the hand holding the knife to wipe a tear.
“I bet you’d be the best meal ever. Don’t fuck with me sweetcheeks. Whether it's my cum in your gut or your flesh in mine, someone’s swallowing. Your meat would probably send me into a fucking frenzy.” The last words are said between his brutal thrust, I’m about to lose the battle with my gagging.
Bile stings my esophagus, threatening to coat his cock. Just as I’m about to hurl, he thrusts once more, and his salty cum fills my mouth.
I sputter and choke as I pull back, falling on my ass as I take deep ragged breaths. I couldn’t swallow everything. The mixture of cum, snot, tears and drool sprays across his cock and my chin.
My body is shaking as I get myself under control. I lift a shaky arm and wipe my chin. I look up to see he’s tucked his dick away, and the knife is back on his belt.
“Best damn blow job ever. Now I really can’t add you to my meal prep. I’ll miss that mouth too much.” He reaches down and grabs me under my arms.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing and plops me on the cot. Then the bastard sits beside me, grabbing the paper bag at the end of the bed. “Now you’ve earned breakfast. You eat, I’ll chat.”